Kammie.
They say first love is pure, exhilarating, and leaves a mark on your soul. If that's true, why does mine feel like a wound that won't close?
I sat in the backseat, staring blankly out the window while the white rose rested loosely between my fingers, wearing a black funeral gown that matched the expression on my face.
Silence stretched through the car, heavy with unspoken words.
The man I was supposed to marry two weeks ago...
Was now dead.
Buried six feet underground.
Lifeless.
Funny how life worked.
The voices from the cemetery still echoed inside my head.
"You ruined him!"
"Murderer!"
"You manipulated the court!"
I shut my eyes tightly, resting my head against the seat. It had been two weeks since everything flipped upside down.
My life had taken a huge turn in the
